He releases his cock, relaxing his hands at his sides, and I wrap mine around it, stroking him, drawing him into my mouth. I’m slow at first, dragging my tongue up the vein along the bottom. Kissing the tip. Then I wrap my lips around him and sink my mouth onto his shaft.
I don’t just suck; I take my time worshipping him. Stroking him. Kissing him. Swallowing when his cock hits the back of my throat. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I don’t pull away. I choke around him. My eyes don’t leave his.
I don’t care who can see us. I don’t even think about it.
In the middle of the desert, on my knees, there is only one other person in the universe.
And that’s Dean.
Suctioning my cheeks, I start to pick up the pace. He grips his bike behind him when his knees buckle, and it feels so good to have this effect on him. But he doesn’t touch me. He lets me be the one to bring him pleasure.
I sink down, swallowing as much as I can and stroking the rest. One hand cups his balls, making his knees weaken. With a final thrust down my throat, his legs shake, and the first hot rope of cum paints my tongue. It shoots down my throat as I swallow him down. Sucking every drop from his shaft and only releasing him once I’ve claimed it all.
I sink back on my heels and look up at him, smiling down at me.
He tucks himself away, grinning. “Stand up, princess.”
I do as he says, letting him run this. Giving him control, knowing he needs it.
“You have no idea what I want to do to this perfect body right now.” He wraps a hand around my lower back, pulling me close.
“Then do it.” I tilt my chin up, daring him, regardless of who might be watching.
“As tempting as that is, no.” He rubs his hand up my spine. “They can watch you suck my cock, but they don’t get to see your body like that.”
He reaches up, brushing his thumb over my nipple, teasing me through my shirt. My breath catches when he does it again.
“Then don’t let them see anything.” I grip the front of his shirt. “Fuck me, Dean. Please. Show them I’m yours.”
He leans in, dragging his teeth over my earlobe. “Greedy little slut.”
“Only for you.”
He growls, spinning us around so that he’s between me and where the Feds are hiding at a distance. I’m bent over his bike as he reaches around and undoes my pants, slipping them down just enough to get access, but careful to cover me with his body. His fingers stroke between my thighs.
“So wet.” He reaches his hand around, sticking his fingers into my mouth. “See how messy you get when you’re sucking my cock.”
I hum around his fingers, sucking them deeper. Behind me, he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out again. It’slike he never needs any recovery time at all. Or he’s just that turned on by what we’re doing. His hard length slips between my thighs, teasing me.
“Did you want this?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Then beg for it.” He grips my ass, spreading me wider so he can see me, his cock slipping between my legs.
“Please fuck me, Dean. I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Your cock.”
“Where do you want it?” He puts pressure on my pussy, then slowly drags it up. “Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, princess?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He spits, and it trickles down my ass. His dick slides over it, and then he pushes his thumb against the tight hole. When he shoves in, there’s a sting of resistance, and then my body relaxes.
“Do you like that?”
